YKWTFGO

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Biggs] Ayy You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga, yeah Come on now (Rado) Ayy [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs] Spicy lil' bitch got a mouth on her too Suck dick like she eatin' out a bowl of hot stew I ain't gon' lie, she got an ass on her too Pulled up on her in the 'Vette, she had to ask where the roof? (Skrrt, skrrt) Flashy-ass nigga, all these diamonds on my neck (Ice, ice) If she don't fuck off the charisma, she gon' fuck me for a check (Yeah) Get her to the room and I'm beatin' out her back (Yeah) Skeet-skeet in her tracks, I ain't eatin' on no cat (Ayy) Hoppin' in the shower (Bitch), washin' off the sweat (Bitch) Right back to the check, bitch, I gotta go collect (I'm gone) Hope you got a nigga, 'cause he ain't gotta sweat (At all) 'Cause right after we finish, bitch, I'm onto the next (Yeah) I'm a dog with this shit, but don't call me Snoop (Yeah, don't call me Snoop) Not a fraud with this shit, bitch, I'm living proof (Bitch, I'm living proof) You don't know what's goin' on, you better get a clue (You better get a clue) I be doggin' hoes out, don't get this shit confused (Yeah, nigga), nigga [Verse 2: The Big Homie] Yop Mmm When they piss me off, they make me mad, I get to trippin', huh? I don't need no pills, but I be poppin' shit Finally got the loc' on the opp, it's time to pop my shit You about myself 'cause when it go down, you see who really bent Nigga freeze up, now I think he 12, might have to smoke the kid He got hit in his baby mama car, can't see his kids again Niggas do or die, he don't think like that, so why you come outside? Don't show no longer so it ain't last, nigga dead on arrival Certified tweaker shit, I know the nigga act just off his lies She a tweaker, she said I don't give her the Glock, then give her the chop Mmm, yop [Verse 3: The Godfather & OnFully] She gon' fuck around, get busy with the Glock Ain't gon' stop shootin' this nigga 'til I see his head pop Free Mills, he was shootin' niggas on camera, got him locked My Tae called, say he got a plug, we connected dots RIP my nigga Dots, shot his ass so fast, I made him drop the Glock When that fully chop get to shootin', you can't hear a sound Told bro if that nigga move, just gun him down He on the floor, here's a celebration (Shee), we finna pour [Verse 4: OnFully] Catch him on the court, shoot that bitch like Steve Nash (Baow) In that fast thing poppin' out, we ain't speedin' past Think this shit pollution, in the street we left his ass Got his goofy ass zipped up, that's a body bag (Nigga dead) Bitch said I put in work, call her restitution See you in the club tryna party, you ain't leavin', stupid 7.62s hit his ass, I ain't filled with [?] Izzo Wayne got his watch 'cause a nigga took it Doin' this and that, why your ass ain't provin' it? Smoked him on the grass, now his mama in there losin' it (Shee, oh my God) If you comin' with the right price, I'ma move this shit You niggas stay in the 'burbs, that's that foolish shit